A quick drink

I grab a fresh bottle from the cooler on the kitchen counter, twisting the cap off with a satisfying hiss. The cold glass feels good against my overheated skin, and I take a long sip before turning back to the living room.

I walk over to the group, settling onto the arm of the couch beside you, letting my leg brush against your shoulder as I sit. The guys are still buzzing, still grinning, their eyes following me with a mix of admiration and something hungrier.

"That was unreal," the dark-haired one who gave me the bottle says, leaning forward.

"Seriously, Joe. Where'd you find her?"

I smile, taking another sip. "He didn't find me. I found him."

Another friend raises his drink in a mock toast. "To the best bachelor party stand-in we could've asked for. No offense to the original plan."

"None taken," I say, letting my fingers trace the condensation on the bottle. The liquor is warm in my stomach, loosening my edges, making the whole room feel soft and syrupy. I look at you, letting my smile go a little more private. "I'm just glad Joe asked me to help. Even if it wasn't exactly what I expected tonight."